Tale of a Broken HeartSmoke filled up the dark room,Cigar stubs lying all around the floor, Not fatigued, nor blistered, or bruised, Yet life seems like a caged bird, Alas, if pain could be measured... The day laughter disappears, The silence of a moonlit night fails to inspire you, Your dreams get washed away like crops in unseasonal torrential rains, Fire claims up all your desires, And time comes to a standstill... Life seems like a lost battle, The vast universe challenging your identity, Your shadow mocks at you, When it becomes hard to believe in someone, Love seems lost in the infinite space... The feel of first morning ray, The silent caress of the breeze, The fragrance of lone lily, The sweet smile of a stranger, ...does someone care, mending this broken heart... |